Libba Bray Quotes

Dolls, perhaps more than any other object, demonstrate just how thin the line between love and fear, comfort and horror, can be. They are objects of love and sources of reassurance for children, coveted prizes for collectors, sources of terror and horror in numerous movies, television shows, books, and stories.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.

I try to stay far away from anything creepy and supernatural. I'd rather not think about it.

The best monsters are our anxieties given form. They make sense on the level of a dream - or a nightmare.

I'm always easily frightened and I hate being scared. I've never been able to go on the haunted house rides at carnivals of anything like that; my imagination just takes over!

If I read a scary story in the newspaper, I find I'm haunted by it.

If you go back to, say, the Brothers Grimm or Roald Dahl, you see so much darkness in children's material.

I think when people are scared, they like to see movies where the scares are not real.

I would dream that this coffin had wings, and it would fly around my bed at night, and so it was a dream that happened a lot, and that's what frightened me.

I've been obsessed with death since I was a little kid.

I remember, after filming that last scene in 'The Walking Dead,' I had nightmares for weeks about being eaten alive. With 'Blair Witch,' I had nightmares as well. But what's scarier about 'Blair Witch' is thinking about what might have happened instead of death.

Whenever I'm driving through an area of a town, and it gets really foggy, my brain immediately starts having anxiety because of 'Silent Hill.'

When I was a kid, I really got into monsters.

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

I hate watching myself. It's terrible. It's horrifying.

I hate clowns. You can't see what they're thinking.

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods, Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Filled up with horror all, and big with death!

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.

Why should I be afraid now? Strange men have come to kill me ever since I was twelve years old.

I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.

Clowns are always creepy!

Understand death? Sure. That was when the monsters got you.

Death is when the monsters get you.

The thing is, you don't get to know. It's not like you wake up with a bad feeling in your stomach. You don't see shadows where there shouldn't be any. You don't remember to tell your parents you love them or--in my case--remember to say good-bye to them at all.